From Her Hands To My Heart

Oh, what mysteries 

Of the past you hold?

The ones which protected me

From every harm and cold.

The aroma of pickles 

Still lingers

Look at those hands

So cold, yet so ginger.

Click, click, click

Those hands knit

A cozy sweater is made 

Bit by bit.

One second, I am seen

Wearing the sweater.

The other second

A photo is clicked.

I was fed by those hands once

Milk, rice and corn

While my birth giver was busy

Feeding the new born.

Those hands have massaged 

Every inch of this body.

Where have those hands 

Gone now?

Which cared for those 

Writing this.

Those hands once held mine

On the way to the grocery store.

Together she and I walked

Through alleys to explore.

A while later, candies, chocolate

And biscuits were bought

Which were purchased readily

Without a second thought.

"Shh... don't tell your mother,

 She is going to fuss."

"I know grandma,

 It's a secret between us."

One good old day

Came the news that

Grandma's heart had stopped.

Oh, how bereaved I was,

The feeling only, I knew.

How uncanny is the human heart

For it can stop in a second or two.

I wondered why mine

Kept beating

When a piece of my heart

'Had gone with you'.